Time for another blast from the past.
I wrote this in response to the glaring inequality that is producing trillionaires while some people do not have a grain of rice to feed their children.
There can be no excuse.
A gnat pissing in a hurricane
Would make no difference to the pouring rain
Like a stray thought through a random brain
A pinprick in a searing pain
Or a millionaire’s profit to a nation’s gain
Yet a poor man’s lack of grain is the whole world’s eternal shame